Island Wanderer Poem by Ezema Emmanuel Ezenachi Malachy

Travailing around the world to see
Ye beauty content of the sea
As the ship was moving by
I display my hands to say bye
We hard the clash of the thunder
Then I began to wonder
If we have encounter a gale
Yes it is a wale because
Of the river- bank
We are fogbound
While the cold breeze wound
And we wreck into the underneath of the sea
Hence, hell found me
We have fall into the trap of the witches
I stick in a longer voice
Because I have on choice
Where is the kingdom to come?
And how do we over come?
That of wild thing in the forest
Boosting as if they are fittest using any passion to make fun
In my yelling they found pun
Looting up ward to the sky
I am in the move to defy
Sky is my opposition
However, I seek my ambition
We are beneath before thee
Act of mercy we plead